There's a pony in my garden and it's eating all the flowers
Nonchalantly standing there; devouring them for hours
Casually ignoring all the wind and rain and showers
How I wonder whose the pony is that's eating all my flowers
Mostly eating yellow flowers, but it also likes the blue
Now I come to think of it, it eats the red ones too
Truly doesn't seem to matter, all of them it chews
At the rapid rate it's munching them, there'll soon be very few
Why, I wonder, did the pony stroll into my lawn today?
Maybe it's a little bored with eating only hay?
Taking not the least bit notice to a word I say
Like a sturdy tree that's rooted firmly; seems it's here to stay
Does the pony have a name? If not, I think I'll call it Keith
Should I find a bounder though, to nab this flower thief
Disregarding all attempts to tempt it off with leaves
Dare not try to prod it, for it's got some large and sturdy teeth
Finally it stops it feasting and then wanders down the lane
Striding off quite briskly with some petals in its mane
Soon I think my garden's safe, but no! It's all in vain
Looking out next morning I can see the pony back again
Still I wonder whose the pony is that's eating all my flowers
Every day it comes along and eats away for hours
Nothing seems to put it off, not wind, nor rain nor showers
There's a pony in my garden and it's eating all the flowers
